HER HOPE THAT EVERYTHING'S REAL

"Allyson! Wake up dear, I know you can hear me"

I know that voice. That was my mom's voice. It was Sunday.

But what was I doing at home? Shouldn't I be in my own house?

"You didn't even lock your door. Dress up. You know we leave by nine", Mom said as she walked into my room.

"Mom, I think I had a really weird dream"

"Let's talk about that once we return from church okay? No evil dream upon your life shall come to pass. Okay? Now get up. Your dad won't wait for you if you're late"

"I don't think it was an evil dream", I said, but my mom had already left the room.

I was left with one question. I hope everything is real? Did we really win the case or was that also a dream?

I clocked sixteen not too long ago. Now things were better at home. My mom and I didn't argue less though. I'll be going to the university soon. I'll probably be chasing my dreams, or not.